Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2004 09:19:17 +0000
From: kitty h
Subject: training-the prof-12
TRAINING THE PROF
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Part 12
It took Julian nearly two hours to complete his task. When he had
finished his essay on why "Women are Superior to men", he emailed his
Mistress to inform her. There was no reply. He went to bed in his
cock-cage and pink panties.
In the morning he checked his emails. There was the briefest of
messages from Maria reminding him not to forget his homework when
he called at six. Julian had another uncomfortable day in his cock-cage,
but at least by then he had learnt how to piss without spraying
everywhere.
When he got to the flat he found both women in residence. Miss Maria
was seated at the table, Heather was watching the TV. He handed his
homework book to his lady and stood awaiting her judgment whilst she
read through his piece.
`What is that' asked Heather glancing across from the TV.
`Nothing important. Just an essay on the superiority of women.'
`What fun! May I read it?'
`Of course' and Maria pushed the red-covered book across to
her friend.
Julian stood mute and red with embarrassment whilst Heather read his
essay. He knew the coarse language he had employed; Maria insisted
on it but he never expected his work to be read by another.
`Did you write this?' asked Heather contemptuously.
`Yes.'
`So you are inferior to me then are you?'
Maria looked across at her slave and nodded.
`Yes.'
Heather turned to Maria. `He doesn't sound very submissive, does he.'
`No. Very truculent.'
Julian could see his de-caging disappearing before his very eyes. He
was desperate; anything would be better than another day caged.
`I am so sorry' he said, head lowered in submission, `I am your
inferior Miss Heather in every respect, and I apologise for annoying you
with my truculence.' And he fell to his knees at her side.
Heather grinned at his discomfiture.
`So, you are a cock-sucker.'
`Yes, I am a cock-sucker.'
`And a cunt-licker too.'
`Yes, when I am permitted to, I worship at Miss Maria's beautiful
temple.'
Maria viewed the performance with satisfaction. The cunt was
beginning to learn his place. But she wasn't going to hand him over the
Heather; she had other plans for her slave. The Sisterhood had already
booked him in for the summer. Indeed, it was a part of Maria's initiation
into the Sisterhood that she bring her own slave to the group, but that
was for the future, now he needed further breaking.
`Tell Heather what you are wearing under your trousers, pansy.'
`I am wearing white panties and a cock-cage, Miss.'
Heather looked at the kneeling man with renewed interest. So that is
how Maria controls him, she thought.
`Tell Heather why you wear panties.'
`I wear panties because I am a sissy, Miss.'
`And why are you wearing a cock-cage? Why did I have to cage
you?'
`Because I failed to get your permission before masturbating.'
`Use the right language, cock-sucker.'
`Yes, Miss. Sorry Miss. When I want to wank I have to ask
Miss's permission. I forgot to and that is why I am now caged, to stop
me wanking off.'
Heather's cunt was wet, her tits tingled. This was such fun seeing a
lecturer admit his downfall. She rose, ignoring the kneeling male, went
across to her friend and kissed her full on the lips. `Shall we go to bed
now, darling, and make love' she whispered into her ear. `In a moment'
she replied.
She rose from the table and signalled Julian to follow her to her room.
There she made him strip to his cage. From her bag she extracted a
blindfold. Once he was deprived of vision, she led him to the end of
her bed and made him kneel.
`You will say nothing, you will do nothing except with my
express permission. Is that clear, cock-sucker?'
`Yes Miss.'
`And if you attempt to remove your blindfold, you will wear the
cage all Easter. Is that clear too wimp?'
`Yes Miss.'
`Good.'
The two women made love expertly and noisily, pleasuring each other in
the ways only women know how to. Hands and tongue explored each
other's cunts, and Heather gave Maria's tits all the attention they craved.
They had been lovers since their first meeting, and although Heather also
enjoyed cock, they remained lovers from time to time and shared their
secrets and secret passions with each other. That was how Heather
knew about Robin, but she did not know about Dr Harte at least not
fully until now. It was so fucking exciting!
Heather orgasmed not once but twice, rolling chasms of lust pulsing
through her loins. How she adored her lover. As they lay entwined,
covered in sweat and cunt-juices, Maria whispered her plan in Heather's
ear.
`Oh, I should adore that' said Heather.
`Go and get it and I will prepare him for you.'
Julian could hear the women whispering but could not make out what
they said. Poor Julian. As he had knelt listening to their love-making,
his cock had nearly burst its cage. To no avail. It was an agony of
unrequited lust. Then he sensed Heather leave.
`Please Miss' he begged. `Please let me out of my cage. I will do
anything you want, but please release me.'
Maria stood over him letting her cunt-scents drift over him, running her
hands through his silky soft hair. Meanwhile Heather had returned to the
room and stood silently watching the spectacle. The man did not know
she had returned let alone the big black strap-on cock she had secured
to her thin waist, poking out like some avenging wand. Maria indicated
to her to remain still and silent for the moment.
First Maria fetched his shirt and placed it over the pillow she had put at
the end of the bed. Then she made him rise and removed the cage.
Julian almost cried with gratitude as his cock was released to spring up
rampant. She slapped it hard until it subsided.
On her command he leant forward over the pillow, preparing himself for
what he assumed would be another caning. How wrong he was this
time.
Maria squatted on the bed open legged in front of him and taking his
hands guided them to her soaking pussy.
`You will pleasure my cunt, you cock-sucker, while Heather deals
with your cunt, and you will lie there and take it. If you don't you will
stay caged all vac. Is that clear?'
`Yes Miss, yes!' he cried.
He felt his fundament being fingered and lubed, but still he didn't realise
what they had in mind. Then something hard and round pressed at his
hole and with a heave of her loins Heather broke through his outer
defences. He tightened to resist the intrusion. To no avail. Roughly,
cruelly Heather shoved her phallus deeper and deeper into his
fundament, revelling in his cries of pain. Julian's hands drifted from the
preordained task, but Maria soon guided them back to her now flowing
cunt.
Heather did not stop until she had filled his hole with all seven inches of
hard rubber. Now she fucked him rhythmically, letting her movements
coincide with the renewed waves of pleasure flowing through her loins,
until with a shout of pleasure she rolled into her third orgasm of the
evening. Julian could feel every spasm of it, and as she came so did he
soaking his shirt with days of unreleased semen, despunking like some
young teen on his first full wank.
As she withdrew, he began to sob.
Heather withdrew the phallus and pushing him off the pillow, seized his
shirt and used it to wipe the rod clean.
As he ejaculated, his hands had slipped away from their ordained task.
Maria was not pleased! The wimp had forgotten that his primary duty
was to serve her!
She rolled off the bed and fetched the Stinger, and as Julian lay there
sobbing she gave him twelve arse-marking strokes of the cane as
Heather fingered her friend's clit. By the end he was sobbing like a child
and at last Maria had her own orgasm, her body shaking as she rolled
into her highs and then lows like the waves on the sea-shore.
She was satisfied at last. She pressed her dripping cunt to his lips and
fed him her effusion. He lapped like a dog, eager to taste his Mistress's
pleasure.
Julian was broken.